All Chapters of Nikolai’s Tainted Nun : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 39 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ “We've got something." I followed Viktor to the makeshift investigation house we had just established at the Lab House. Computer screens lined the wall, surveillance footage playing on some, data scrolling across others. "We found a partial print on the envelope," Viktor explained, gesturing to Luigi who sat hunched over a keyboard. "Not enough for a match in any database, but it's something." "What about the symbol?" I asked, staring at the blown-up image of the serpent wrapped around a dagger. "Nothing concrete yet," Luigi replied without looking up. His fingers continued their relentless dance across the keyboard. "It's not associated with any known group in our records. I'm running it through international databases now. With Liam’s help.” I nodded slowly. "And the security footage?" Viktor released a breath. "That's where it gets interesting. They knew exactly where the cameras were. Moved in blind spots whenever possible." He pulled up the

Chapter 41 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ Two days had passed. Why hadn't he forgotten? "What?" I stalled, my mind scrambling. "Don't play dumb, Sylvia. It doesn't suit you." His eyes alone were enough to command my full attention. "There's no way I'll forget that when you were cumming around my fingers, you called out another man's name." “Jesus, Nikolai.” I groaned, pressing a hand to my burning face. “I literally just prayed for forgiveness minutes ago.” His eyes remained hard, but his hand came up anyway, fingers trailing along my collarbone, they dipped just beneath the thin neckline of my nightie to trace the curve of my breast. A casual, possessive touch. Like he was making a statement. “Then you better start talking,” he said, voice full of wicked promise. “Or you’ll be offering a different kind of prayer—with your face against that same altar.” He gestured to the crucifix with his head, “I bet he’d love to see just how filthy his holy little lamb is.” My entire body seized up. “Lord

Chapter 43 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ I should have looked away. The nuns would have expected modesty. Shame. Instead, I watched hungrily as he stripped, revealing himself. He was... proportional. Intimidatingly so. My experience was limited to that night I saw him, barely. This—Nikolai naked and proud and obviously aroused—was something else entirely. It was frightening and hot at the same time. "See something you like?" The arrogance in his tone should have scared me. Instead, it sent another flutter of heat through me. "Yes," I admitted, the single syllable feeling like its own kind of freedom. His smile turned predatory again. "Take those off," he nodded to my panties. And then I realized that everything he’d done to me before now was from sliding my panties to the side. All this time, I thought I was naked. My hands moved to the waistband automatically before hesitation struck. "I haven't... I mean, I'm not..." Understanding dawned in his eyes. "I know." It was

Chapter 45 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ I was dying. At least, that's what I felt like as I sat in the hard plastic hospital chair, my head buried in my hands. The words "I'm sorry" had left my mouth so many times in the last hour that they'd lost all meaning. "I'm sorry," I said again, because apparently, I was incapable of stopping. Sylvia rolled her eyes. "If you apologize one more time, I swear I'll—" "I'm sorry," I interrupted, then caught myself and let out a groan. She threw a wadded-up tissue at my head. It missed spectacularly, landing somewhere near my shoe. "You're impossible." I gritted my teeth. “I should have been more careful. I should have—” “Nikolai.” Her fingers curled like she was bored of hearing my school boy tone. “You didn’t force me.” That only made the guilt worse. She was so fucking soft and I had been reckless with her. Fucking dickhead. That’s what I was. But then, I’d never had to use a fucking manual for sex. Sex was sex and usually I just fuc

Chapter 47 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ She hesitated for only a second before dipping the spoon in and bringing it to her lips. The moment the warm broth hit her tongue, her eyes widened, and a slow, almost reluctant moan of approval slipped from her. My dick jumped in appreciation. “Oh my God.” She smiled took another spoonful, savoring it with a soft hum. “Nikolai, this is incredible.” I smirked, then leaned against the headboard with my own bowl. “Told you.” She shook her head in disbelief, already going for another bite. “I can’t believe it.” I sipped my soup like a man with nothing to hide. If she only knew. Well, she didn’t and I wasn't about to correct her assumption. Let her think I'd made it. I'd paid for the damn thing, after all. She took another spoonful, clearly enjoying every bit of it. “This is unfair,” she muttered. “You already have everything! Money, power, good looks—why the hell do you also get to be a good cook?” I shrugged. “Talent.” She shot me a l